EmilyJulianne

We are children of the night. Born into a crumbling era, we seek anything to make us feel alive while the world around us dies. Like vampires we awake, arise, into the streaming sunlight of our own demise. Shaking sleep from the vast plains of our mind’s eye, we realize that we cannot live the dream that was fed to us, the promises that were made, the lies that were spun. We were born in the pitch black, and all that we know of the world was whispered into our ears and painted before our eyes. And so we grew up with grandiose dreams of wonder, happiness, and security, all seemingly within our grasp. We were swaddled in a comfortable dr

There are times where we all stand at the edge of the cliff, alone, feeling the stinging cold air of the sea burning courage into us as we stare down into the waves that slam against the crags far below. Rocks crumble away from the cliff face, tumbling silently down to explode in spectacular fashion. The shrill cries of gulls pierce the thunderous roar. As the sun rises, it paints the sky in watercolor swaths of pink, orange, and cold pale blue. Relentless action collides with the stillness of the field behind you, where tall grasses sway in the wind and frosty tips glint in the tentative sunlight bathing them. No barrier holds you back from